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11 April 2008 at 1:01 pm · Filed under basketball, stupidity, teenagers

Dear Azza who is my sister,

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to you for being so harsh and inconsiderate throughout your teenage years.

I had forgotten what it was like to be stupid & utterly brainless. That is, until I played basketball yesterday with a bunch of 14 year-olds. Their hormones were all over the place, it was horrific.

I forgot what it was like to have your whole life revolve around school & what exams you had today. And how the first question you ask someone you’d just met is, “what grade are you?” And, when I said I was working, their tiny brains simply could not process it. I don’t blame them really. It was my fault for challenging their wits.

Now that I think about it, what is the first question adults ask when they meet a new person?

So, dear sister, I hope you accept my apology. I should’ve known you were clueless.

Love,

Your Eldest Sis, Fatima

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Rusty

9 March 2007 at 7:24 pm · Filed under OCD, basketball

I played basketball yesterday. Amazing as it was, I was restrained by my body. My mind was playing wonderfully, but my body would pull me down. My muscles are aching me while I type this, to remind me of the fact that I really need to workout and practice more.

True, I was kinda rusty at the beginning, but I felt myself improve. However, I didn’t reach the level I was at when I quit. Still, I need to work on my sense of distance, since it’s rusty too. I know with practice I can get there.

If it weren’t for the bitch coach, I’d be playing on the team right now.

Thanks OCD for testifying, and we beat you 41 – 26, not 49 – 25. *sigh* Do not remind me of my golden days.  And, you’ll see the mean-ass coach I can be.

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I’m Nervous

8 March 2007 at 1:54 am · Filed under basketball, dillema

Tomorrow, I’ll be touching a ball again. Not that kind of ball you perverts.

We’re having a friendly basketball game, and I haven’t played since April of last year. What if I don’t know how to hold the ball anymore? What if my skills are all gone? That would be tragic. The most tragic thing in my life, since basketball is the only real thing I am was good at.

I’ve been avoiding even holding a basketball since I stopped. I don’t want to know the sort of feelings that would rush in: The yearning to play again, to be part of a team, to hold that ball, to fly again… only to come crashing down.

Basketball was a huge part of my life… and now it’s just something I used to do. I feel ashamed to tell people I played; simply coz I don’t anymore.

*Deep breath* We’ll see how tomorrow goes.

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